Apocalypse: Transmigrated General's Daughter Uses Space to Survive-Chapter 252: Dragon Mountain

"So, what you are saying is that the arena your grandfather saw belonged to the Chu family?" He Yan, Chu Miao’s mother, asked curiously.

Since Chu Miao said that she was also her mother in her previous life, she had been interested in that life. Especially after she tasted the demon beast meat that was still intact after traveling through time and space for thousands of years into the future.

She felt that the taste was something she would make but couldn’t tell why she felt that way.

She wanted to know how and why she had married the same man both in ancient times and in the modern world.

She found it both magical and unbelievable how she and her husband could find each other and even give birth to the same daughter in two different lifetimes.

She believed that it must be fate because in this life, she was an orphan who grew up in an orphanage. With wealthy families from ancient times, they always encouraged marrying people of the same class.

It was nothing short of a miracle to see a wealthy man marrying an orphan who didn’t bring any benefits to the table.

However, she and her husband were different. They had met in a restaurant she was working part time while in college and fallen in love. After graduation, Chu Mo, just like any other member of the Chu family, joined the military and promised to marry her after discharge.

He didn’t serve for long and retired after the minimum of two years then went into business.

They got married and she gave birth to Chu Hao less than a year later.

Such a relationship was rare among the rich and powerful people in politics or the military.

Now, she realized that they were just fated.

"Yes, many big families in ancient times had the same kind of arena to hold competitions among the younger generation or settle their differences when there was conflict.

That arena could also be used for training when someone was practicing powerful moves that could cause destruction.

I am guessing that grandpa was practicing in that arena because the sword move he was using was too destructive."

"Eh! So, is it possible that the sword technique ancestor Chu Batian taught me is destructive once mastered?" Chu Hao asked as soon as he heard his sister’s comment.

"It’s the same move I was practicing in the memory I saw. It’s just that it seemed like mine was a simplified version." Grandpa Chu replied to his grandson.

"The same move? You said that it could flatten trees and boulders in an area of a hundred miles radius?" Chu Hao was really shocked this time.

"Mmm...and I could feel that I was holding back at the time to prevent too much damage in the mountain." Grandpa Chu said while in deep thought.

He remembered clearly the feeling of drawing and swinging the sword. He had indeed been holding back in the forest.

However, it was different in the battlefield, he had not held back at all.

He felt that he was always at the front leading the battle to prevent his soldiers from coming within the range of his attack and being killed by friendly fire.

"Bunny, what about the other two places grandpa had seen?" Chu Hao asked with more curiosity about what the ancient era was like.

"The mountain he mentioned should be the Dragon mountain. It was called the dragon mountain because it was shaped like the head of a dragon.

The mountain had many demon beasts and people with lower cultivation didn’t dare to go too deep. Many went there for training but only explored the outer area. The place grandpa had been should be deeper into the mountain. The demon beasts there were stronger but not as many as on the outskirts of the forest.

Anyone below that Golden core stage going there was equivalent to courting death. But I remember when I was fifteen years old, I had already built my foundation and grandpa took me there for training.

Since he was already in the golden core stage, there wasn’t much to fear as he could fight most of the demon beasts there. Only a few stronger beasts could harm him and if we saw or heard them coming, we would run and hide.

That’s why I am sure that the mountain was the dragon mountain because I have been there before.

The forest had denser spiritual energy as if there was a natural spirit gathering array there. The deeper you went into the forest, the denser the spiritual energy.

The place grandpa and I went for training wasn’t the center of the mountain but it was at least halfway there.

I remember feeling such dense spiritual energy I insisted on camping there for a month before leaving. Cultivating there for a month allowed me to advance from the early stage of the foundation establishment to the middle stage.

As for the third place grandpa mentioned, it should be the battlefield at the border. I remember when I was twelve, I followed him there and stayed until I was thirteen.

After we won the war, we went back home and when I was fourteen, I went on the battlefield to fight another war alone. This time, I was the one leading the soldiers and grandpa had retired.

The sword grandpa saw should be the ’demon slayer’ he has now. It was the only sword carved with a dragon head on the hilt made from a special ore.

Actually, nobody knows where that sword came from. I remember asking grandpa when he gave it to me and said it would guide me in the battlefield and he said it was given to him by his father.

He had taken the sword to have the material used to carve the dragon head appraised by a royal appraiser but they still couldn’t determine what it was, so he gave up." Chu Miao explained everything her grandfather had remembered.

She hoped that all his memories would come back at some point. Having a tough and experienced general in the apocalypse was an added advantage to their team.

"Well, at least we now know that our memories can be recovered somehow. I will teach Little Hao about the sword technique when we have time.

I have to digest what I remembered so that I could understand the essence of the technique. I feel that it’s not as simple as it looked, otherwise it wouldn’t be a sword technique that only those with the Chu family bloodline could practice. " Grandpa Chu stated with some emotion.

"Grandpa is right. I think there is more to this technique than meets the eye. But there should be other sword techniques that others could use.

I will search in the library later to find some techniques that could be given to other cultivators." Chu Miao thought that this was a good idea.

Even though they had bought a lot of guns and ammunition, she knew that they couldn’t last forever. Moreover, guns were more useful when dealing with big hordes of zombies or robbers.

If there weren’t many, using guns would only attract more of them. Therefore, they needed weapons that could be combined with stealth.

Sword techniques didn’t make too much noise. Also, unlike guns that can only aim at one enemy at a time, a good sword technique could kill tens or even hundreds of people with a single swing.

In ancient times, it took years to master a sword technique so well that one could use it without thinking.

However, ever since Chu Miao regained memories of her past life, she kept feeling that the brains of people in ancient times worked a bit slower than normal.

She was sure that something that required years to master could be learned in a few months in the modern world.

She had not thought of the reason before but now she started to wonder if the flow of time affected everything that humans do.

In ancient times, people could live for hundreds or even thousands of years but in the modern world, life expectancy was about seventy years old.

A seventy-year-old man or woman in the ancient world was still considered young, while in the modern world that is a grandfather or grandmother with one foot in their grave.

In the ancient world, people joined academies that taught martial arts or cultivation, alchemy, array formations, and so on and they could graduate at the age of up to three hundred years.

In the modern world, school for most people ends in their early twenties.

The difference was too huge. It made one wonder why.

Was it the flow of time or was there another reason? She was sure that if she started to train alchemists now, they would be able to make grade one pills within a few months.

But in ancient times, it would take up to two to five years to achieve that. The same was the situation for other professions and skills.

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